From Wales to Wyoming
Chapter 1
-Cassie's POV-
"Cassie, wake up sweetie!" Mum called from the corridor.
"Ugh..." I started. Today was moving day. We were going to move from our flat in the outskirts of Wales (Located in England) to a house in the United States, Wyoming to be exact.
The reason for this was because mum and dad were divorcing. It was exciting, visiting the States for the first time, but at the same moment, sad, for I would only see my beloved dad once a year, if at all.
One good thing that came out of this though, was that I would be in the hometown of my most favored singer, the cutest, the kindest, the most talented singer I have heard of.
Cody Markson.
No, not Cody Simpson, although he's adorable too. Cody Markson is tall, 17 years old, and blonde. His style is pop/RnB. He is the giant poster in my room that mum made me tear down, he is half the music on my iPod.
He's Cody Markson.
This fact made me a little excited. I heard that his mum lives somewhere near our house. This triggered a thought, MAYBE I'll meet him! Oh, wouldn't that be grand? But snap back to reality, Cassie! It's never gonna happen!
"Mum?" Called my brother, Joseph. He's 13, that's two years younger than me. He has brown straight hair, to contrast my blonde hair, although it was straight as well. He and I were born in London. We were sent to an orphanage and were adopted a few years later. We then moved to Wales with our new mum and dad. Too bad it didn't work out. I cry when I realize at certain points of the year that I'll never have a normal life. I'll never have a real dad, (or any for that matter) I will not have anyone telling me what life was like when I was born. There will be no videos of mum bringing me home from the hospital, no photos, or any family members that are in the same bloodline as me. I will never know what it's like to have a biological mother and father, although I love my present mum to death, and I thank The Lord she pulled me and my brother from our misery in the orphanage.
Back to reality, Joseph called for mum. "Where's Lucy?" Joseph was holding Lucy's cage. Lucy was our so-called family cat, which meant that she was related to my great-great-great grandma's cat. Although, she never understood the meaning of 'family' because she scampered off to some place in the morning, and didn't return 'till it was dinner time. So much for having a normal pet as well.
"I dunno" mum sighed. She wiped sweat from her forehead. She was packing the last of the boxes. Lately, she didn't really care for the cat anymore.
"I'm getting some breakfast" I said to mum.
"Be done in 20 minutes." Mum shouted to me from what used to be the living room. I skipped through the door and down a street to mum's cafe. She opened it here to make more money, even though she worked as a part time paramedic. I opened the doors and smelled the sweet scents of breakfast. There were a few people dining, for it was only 7:30 in the morning. I pranced through the dining area through the kitchen doors to the back of the cafe. Behind the kitchen was our own, private area, and sometimes, mum let couples rent it out for some fine dining. As I seated myself, Joe, one of our favorite waiters, came up to me.
"Hey, Joe," I said as I acknowledged the 26 year old man. He was from New York and moved here to attend to Oxford. This was his part time job. He worked here on the weekends, and currently, all week, since it was his spring break off.
"Hello Cassie, what can I get for ya?" He asked.
"The usual."
Joe nodded, and went back into the kitchen. He came out with a plate full of pancakes, eggs, and potatoes. He gave it to me and sat across the table. He watched me eat, and after about five minutes, he said,
"Ya know, in America, a piece of toast and coffee could pass as breakfast."
I raised my eyebrows, but still looked at my food as I was eating it. I shrugged.
"Cassie, I'm gonna miss you!"
"Oh, please don't get me teared up before I leave!" I cried.
"Oh, right," Joe said. "Every girl has to look flawless on an air plane where the only thing people care about is the airline food." Astonished, I shoved him.
"We'll, I've gotta go okay?" I said. Joe's face got puffy. I gave him a bear hug. "Take care" I told him. The cafe's yours now."
"Call me when you land in New York" he said. He started to cry. I've never known more of a sensitive man. Joe escorted me to the entrance of the cafe. A cab pulled up.
"I decided to pick you up instead" mum said. Darn. I didn't get to say goodbye to our flat. I peeked inside the cab, and saw Joseph, but no Lucy.
"Where's Lucy?" I asked.
"I gave her the rest of our food, and filled up a bowl of water. She never belonged to this family!" Said my outraged mum. I sighed. One less familiar I would have in the States. Personally, I liked the furball. She was a siamese, and always ran conversations with me, but mom would do whatever it took to get rid of her. I raised my eyebrows.
"She dumped the food on the grass, and when Lucy showed up, mum locked the door and high-tailed to the cab" Joseph added.
"More or less" mum said as I shook my head.
"Alright everybody, you take care" Joe said as he opened the cab door for me I slipped into the seat and buckled up. The cab took off. I waved good-bye to Joe, and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Later, we arrived at the airport in London. We waited a few hours to board the plane, and once we did, we got on the Virgin Atlantic, and made our way to the empty, spacious, state of Wyoming.